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You’re like, oh great… more photos of leaves. And I know, I know. I feel like fall barfed all over my instagram feed lately. But I don’t even care because it’s just so pretty! And let’s be honest… if you don’t take a million pictures of the leaves changing, did it really happen?

I have to say that this is the first time in 9 months that I’ve thought Minnesota beats Portland. (My parents are probably cheering.) It is just so mother effing beautiful around here lately. I mean, yes the leaves changed in Portland and it was gorg, but it was also rainy and soggy at the same time. You can hardly build a cannonball-worthy leaf pile with sloppy leaves. Ya feel?

So yes… the fall status here is bananas beautiful right now. And I’m very aware of the fact that it will be over in about 7 seconds so I’ve been really enjoying the heck out of it. I’m taking any opportunity I can to shove my kids into patches of brightly lit leaves and force them to take pictures. As any good mother would do.

We have a giant tree (don’t ask me what kind, I’m no horticulturist.) in our front yard that’s weeping the most beautiful orange and red leaves. So yesterday I did my kiddos a solid and raked them into a pretty epic leaf pile. Crosby had it to himself for a bit while Willa finished her nap. He brought a few of his favorite Daniel Tiger stuffed animals into the pile with him and alternated between shouting “this is so fun!” and screaming “mama, where’s margaret and daniel!?!?!? they’re lost in the leafs!!!” Once Willa woke up, I put her in some snowpants (naturally) and plopped her in the pile too. She wasn’t quite as sold on the fun though, especially when Crosby would pummel her with handfuls of leaves. She’s seriously such a trooper, he can be such a dweeb to her sometimes.

Also worth mentioning? While the kids were playing in this gorgy pile of deceased foliage, my dog Gus was in the house getting into our food cupboard. Again. The first thing I saw when we walked into the house was a container of cocoa powder spilled all over the floor… which is obviously a real big no no for dogs. Even though it looked like he didn’t really eat much of it at all, he did have cocoa dust on his nose, so I knew that he had probably eaten at least a little bit. We’ve had to get Gus’s stomach pumped before and it’s not fun (or cheap) so I did a quick google search and found a DIY vomit inducing tutorial for dogs. (WHAT IS MY LIFE.) Anyways! Cutting to the chase, it worked. He hurled. He’s good. The cocoa powder is now up on the highest shelf in the universe.

And on that note! MOAR PIKCHURS OF LEAFS.

And here we have Willa’s progression into eff fall, in 3…2….1….

The rest of these pictures are from sweet Bill’s bday… in which we went to the park and she was like, meh.

*Let me preface this post by saying I’m having a slightly off/stressful day, so below is a bunch of garbage thoughts put together into sentences. Read on, if you must.

Let’s get right into it. Have we talked about my embarrassingly undying love for the movie You’ve Got Mail? Or any Tom + Meg movie, really… They’re right up there with the Father of the Bride series and When Harry Met Sally. I don’t care how many eye rolls are happening right now, those movies are fantastic masterpieces that never fail to put me in a good mood. Much to Casey’s chagrin. I’m not sorry that Pulp Fiction and The Big Lebowski don’t warm my heart the same way that 90’s flowery-romances do. But back to You’ve Got Mail, one of my favorite parts is when NY152 (Tom Hanks) sends Shopgirl (Meg Ryan) a note about the fall…

“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.”

So eloquent, that NY152. Also, don’t you wish the internet was still safe enough to go into random chat rooms and strike up a conversation/become email pals/fall in love with someone? Instead of worrying that that someone is actually a psychopath… or your mom… or (god forbid) Miley Cyrus!? Scary.

Anyways the point to all of this, and there surely is one, is that I can feel fall today. There have been signs of it everywhere over the past few weeks but today I feel it. There’s that scent in the air. You know the one? Cold air mixed with trees? Sexy, yes. It immediately makes me think of school supplies, tall boots, football games and apple cider… all the fall stuff. And is it just me or does everyone go out of their way to step on an extra crunchy looking leaf? Fun fact: I love crunchy noises and leaves are easily at the very top of my favorite crunchy-sound list. AND if you’re really curious, my very favorite crunchy noise is when Gus eats carrots. OMG I love it. But I detest when I can hear humans eat carrots…. ?? What a conundrum!

Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, fall. I just overheard a coworker say “I can’t eat grilled cheese in the fall”. Which doesn’t make sense to me because why not? Grilled cheese seems like the perfect fall food. I’m going to need to get to the bottom of this.

MOVING ON.

Last night we went out to dinner for one of our friend’s birthdays. And halfway through dinner I looked over just in time to see an older man with a cane fall while walking up the steps to the restroom. My heart immediately busted into a million pieces because a) it was sad and b) I really love old men – and not in a creepy way, you freaks. There’s something about their weathered faces, their big noses and gigantic ears, and their eyes… they always seem to have so much joy in them. (Well, most of them anyways. Some of them can be real a-holes, but dammit I still love them. It might be a sickness. ) Anyways! The old man fell and a couple of us ran over to help him. He eventually got back up to his feet but not before I heard him grumble a few choice words under his breath…. which made me love him even more. But of course he was embarrassed that almost the entire restaurant was staring at him in a moment of weakness. Poor fella.

That story really didn’t have any point except that I’m still thinking about that guy and hoping he’s not too banged up today. Perhaps he should NOT eat a grilled cheese sandwich to make himself feel better. Or something.

Ok, so let’s recap. Today you’ve learned that I love cheeseball romance movies, when my dog eats crunchy foods and old men. What can I say? I warned you…

I hope you’re all having a day that’s so great you can’t even believe it’s real.